Evil Incarnate

Days damned in disputed territory.

Hair raising scenes of terror,

Where everyone’s bound to error.

Grasping every opportunity.

Dwellers level of insanity,

Tossing objects to add horror,

Like viewing distorted image through a mirror.

So appeared every soul in deformity.

More a venue of a reality show,

Exchanging fists and blow.

Longing for a moment of glory,

Twisting words of actual story.

There swinging like a pendulum with anxiety,

Lost fat without exercise or activity.